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    Always looking for a huge, young guy in Australia.
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    5'6" 130
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    First off, if you aren't who you say you are, I don't have time for you. If you have a pic that you claim is you and it's some random image from google that clearly has a different name, don't be surprised if you get radio silence.

    I want a real relationship. I'm 20 and still a virgin, mostly by choice, and believe me I know how that sounds, but I really just haven't met anyone I've been interested in.
    I want to meet someone in my area, obviously with a preference towards muscle bound guys. I want to get bigger myself, but struggle to remain committed and want someone who would help towards that end.
    Other than that, I'm really attracted to muscle, from a tight swimmer's build to a full roid gutted bodybuilder but in relationships (whether long term or one night stands) would prefer someone around my age, not over 30.
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    One of either fitness model/himbo size or so big that my biceps get in the way of day to day activity and I struggle to see my feet past my pecs.
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    Most things on Metabods.
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    Jeff Seid, Skywalker00, anyone who struggles to move their musclebound arms because their pecs are too big.
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  1. Chapter 3: Jacob did what he could to make Harry decent. Nothing in the lab would fit over the monster’s frame, or pass as decent, so they settled on tying a labcoat loincloth-style around his beautifully tapered waist. It was late now, so ideally nobody would see them anyway. Grabbing a few supplies, they headed out of the lab and down the hallway. Arriving at a corridor filled with small offices, Harry led the way knowingly, despite never actually having been here before. He stopped at a door which read “Professor Duncan – Department of Physiology and Anatomy – Head of Research.” “This is it.” He whispered, though his voice was so deep and powerful the frosted glass of the door’s small window reverberated a little. A dim light trickled out from underneath the door, indicating the professor was inside. “Alright then.” Said Jacob. “If you’re sure about this, then let’s go.” Harry knocked on the door, and after a few seconds it opened inwards. A tall, middle-aged man with deep auburn hair and greying sideburns stood in front of them. Jacob recognised him as tall, but next to the human mammoth that was his best friend he looked tiny. His head barely reached Harry’s chin. Professor Duncan looked tired, but seeing who it was brought a smile to his face. “Ah, Mr. Matheson, just the person I was hoping to see.” He glanced briefly at Jacob. “And you must be Mr. Holmes, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Jacob started to say hello in return but the professor was too distracted by Harry and just kept talking. “I actually have some important news.” He said, ushering the two boys inside and having them sit at his desk. “The first prototype is ready.” He announced, triumphantly, opening a steel briefcase which sat on the table, revealing a large syringe filled with a clear serum. Harry’s eyes grew wide, and he was almost drooling. “So that’s it, huh?” “Correct. This is a highly potent, highly customised, super-steroid designed to interact specifically with YOUR physiology to produce greater results than we’ve ever seen before.” He beamed proudly. “Wow.” Whispered Jacob. Harry seemed to be completely transfixed by what was in front of him, and was forgetting the reason they were here, so Jacob gave him a swift kick underneath the desk. “OW, oh, uh, professor?” he started, his voice changing to one that was coy and dripped with honey. He brushed his sandy blonde hair out of his eyes and stared into the professor’s. “Would you be able to try it on me… now?” Professor Duncan seemed elated. “Absolutely, if you’re willing then I’m as eager as you are to start trials immediately.” He took the syringe from its foam cutout in the briefcase and approached Harry. Harry lost no time dropping the loosely tied lab coat from around his waist and turned to present the two marble-white boulders that made up his ass mere inches form the professor’s face. Jacob couldn’t help but notice a tent spring out in front of the professor’s pants. “Actually, Harry, I need to inject it somewhere else.” He said, carefully. “Oh?” asked Harry, surprised. “Yes, it actually needs to go… well it needs to go directly into your testicles. While they danced around this detail, Jacob took his chance to slip a splash of a chemical into the professor’s coffee cup which sat half-drunk on the desk. He turned back to make sure he hadn’t been spotted, but the professor was much to occupied with the semi-hard horse cock which was conspicuously brushing his face as he emptied the syringe into the swollen orb below it. Harry winked at Jacob, obviously proud of his work as a distraction. He grinned a little and with a throb his cock hardened a little, delivering a blow to the professor’s face like a punch. “Woah, sorry there doc, guess that shot gave me a bit of a rush!” he chuckled. “Ah, no problem.” Said the professor, eager to sit back down and hide a wet patch growing on his pants leg. “To us!” he said, in celebration of the experiment, and downed the rest of his coffee. “So, how long will it take to work?” Harry said, flexing an arm eagerly. “Well, Harry, it’s potent but it’s not magic. It could take weeks, even months to see a significant change, but the main goal is to remove most biological limits on your ability to gain muscle mass. You should be able to grow almost without restriction. Obviously you’ll still have to put in the work though.” “Oh, yeah, obviously.” Said Harry, a little let down. He seemed to have expected a second growth spurt similar to the one he’d had only hours before. Professor Duncan started to mumble something else, but before forming a coherent thought, passed out cold on the desk. Jacob jumped up, ready to act. “Ok, you grab him and get him to the lab, he should be out for an hour or two at least.” He clicked through some clearly labelled documents on the professor’s computer until he found what he was looking for, and snapped a quick photo with his phone. Arriving back at the lab, Harry took the professor, who had ridden the distance over his hulking traps, and with one hand set him down in the chair, and put the helmet on him. “Last chance, you’re sure you want to do this?” said Jacob “The last prompt was simple and look at how huge it made you. This could be more than you want.” Harry smiled widely. “Mate, there’s no such thing as more than I want.” He raised his elbows over his head with his hands behind his back, and flexed his abs so hard that Jacob was surprised at the lack of a crashing sound as the muscles collided. Jacob finished inputting the prompt and calibrating the machine. “Ok, that’s about as good as it’s going to get. It’s not as much of an instruction but hopefully it’ll get the message across.” He moved aside and Harry saw the prompt. It read “Harry Matheson” and then a string of chemical formulae. “But really,” Jacob said. “Are y-“ Harry’s finger hit the enter key. “Ah shit.” Said Jacob under his breath, half fearful, half excited. Once again the machine whirred to life, and Professor Duncan twitched in his sleep as the helmet’s sensors explored his scalp. Harry was twitching with excitement as he watched the professor. His newly enormous body felt things in such an intense way that he wasn’t used to, and the anticipation caused him to absentmindedly stroke the few inches of his hardening cock which extended out from the makeshift loincloth. The machine quietened once again, and started to print its report. Harry began stroking more fervently, his mind racing with the possibilities. Jacob watched in awe, and suddenly saw Harry’s arm jerk strangely. “Oh FUCK!” roared Harry, standing up suddenly, but retaining his grip on his cock. His voice deepened even further with the second word. He raised his free arm and flexed the bicep, hard. It tensed into a steel football in front of his face, but then something else happened. What looked like worm, about an inch across, began sliding down Harry’s bicep from his overgrown delts, underneath his paper-thin pale skin. They arced over the mountain peak, some running parallel, others perpendicular, and the skin clung tightly around them. Jacob nearly came on the spot when he realised what the worms were, and that they weren’t moving down, so much as out. They were each muscle fibers, overgrown to an insane degree. They bulged on top of and beneath his arm into grotesque caricatures of biceps and triceps. Easily 30 inches or more around, the arm was inhuman. Every fiber clearly defined with a cleaving striation on either side. His ham-like forearms began the same process until it too was unrecognisable. Harry was panting, his eyes wide. Finally releasing his cock (which was lucky as his rapidly increasing grip was turning the tip a deep blue) he forced his body into a crab pose. His other arm exploded with power to match the first. His pecs and abs rippled violently as fibers burst forth from the centre of his body outwards. At first Jacob found it difficult to discern between Harry’s pecs and abs, as his whole front was a seething mass of obscene, thick, cords of muscle, he striations almost as deep as the muscle separations themselves. As he watched, however, the true separations grew deeper. Inch after inch of muscle erupted forward, competing for space which didn’t exist. Harry gave a roar which conveyed both pain and ecstasy. The growth of his pecs slowed, hanging nearly 6 inches over his 12-pack abs. The only shred of fat on the godly physique hung off the pecs in the form of his fleshy, now horizontal tits which dripped with sweat. His traps compounded on top of themselves, piling up to an arch that loomed several inches over his head. His neck was beyond mere measures like thick now, as the vascular bundles of titanium flesh now stretched horizontally in all directions beneath a jawline so sharp it could cut steel. His traps pushed outwards, sickening cracks echoing through the lab as his skeleton rearranged to support his monstrous width and the bone became dense and reinforced. His body was now significantly wider than he was tall, which was impressive considering his obscene body was over 9 feet tall. He could easily have fallen over to either side, if not for the broadening of his vast legs. His abs were one matter, but the ‘quad’ in quadriceps was redundant now because each fascicle was beautifully defined and had more volume than whole muscle groups of normal men. Jacob was fairly sure that what was in front of him was a cock, but the girthy shaft barely resembled one. Hell, the thing basically has its own abs holding it up. The skin of Harry’s ball sack was pulled tight around what looked like two grapefruits. Thick veins were visible caressing the meaty balls, and even they showed signs of definition. Jacob was entranced by the steady, slow heartbeat he could observe in what were once mere testicles, as they pulsed with the blood flow and retracted upwards slightly with each beat before dropping back down. Harry, lost in a cloud of pure, orgasmic self-lust turned to a mirrored wall nearby to observe his own body. Jacob moaned, a dark patch spreading quickly down his jeans as he saw the horizontal array of pure power made flesh that was Harry’s ass. As Harry took in the view in front of him, he let loose a bestial, guttural howl. His whole body flexed, seeming to swell even further, and a torrent of cum came blasting out the head of his cock. After a few seconds of spraying the mirror cracked from the pressure behind the white barrage, but it didn’t let up for nearly a minute. The colossus’ gonads were undulating hard, producing cum as fast as it was shot. Eventually the stream slowed, and Harry’s deep green eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Fuuuuuck.” He moaned.
  2. Chapter 2: Jacob fought with everything he could against the overwhelming lust that was pounding in his head. An intense musk radiated out from the 7-foot muscle monster in front of him in waves. The scent was both sweet and salty, and must have been close to the smell of pure testosterone, it clouded his head and made him think of nothing but groping every inch of muscle in front of him… and it was a lot of inches. “You… you need to tell me what you remember.” He said, fighting for a moment of clarity. Harry looked down at him. He had been distracted playing with his own chest, bouncing the swollen muscles up and watching them ripple as the weight dropped back down. “Uhh.” He started, still obviously distracted. “It’s kind of like I can remember two things.” “Go on.” Said Jacob, his hand idly finding its way to the man’s abs. “It’s like the differences are really clear. I can remember liking the idea of working out, as long as I can remember. There’s this moment where I was 13, my brother Charlie offered to take me to the gym with him. In the first time round I wasn’t really interested and didn’t go, but this time I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more.” Jacob’s hand had ascended up the wall of abs, and was now roughly tweaking the bulged-out muscle tit. Harry let out a gasp and arched his back at the lightning bolt of pleasure he felt it shoot through his whole body. “Um, so, I went to the gym and it was like an addiction. I was there every day, sometimes twice. God, just working out was like edging an orgasm, and most of the time it seems like I was.” Harry said, his eyes shutting as he embraced the pleasure. “By the time I was 16, I got pretty heavily into roids… fuck man, I’m on roids!” he said, almost in disbelief of his own memories. “Fuck, it’s hard.” “What?” asked Jacob, snapped to attention. “It’s hard to remember?” A sly smirk twisted across the corner of Harry’s lips. “Haha nah, it is hard.” His eyes slid downward, and as Jacob followed he saw that Harry’s now freakish cock had sprung free from its cotton prison. At 12 inches long, it would be the envy of porn stars. Its head was as long as it was wide, and it was at least several inches across. Veins, as impressive as those wrapped around his biceps and down his quads adorned the thick shaft and could be seen to pulse with the dull thudding of the mass-freak’s hypertrophied heart. A particularly thick artery ran the length of the shaft and slid up, over the shredded abs, giving the impression that it was a direct line from the overgrown tool straight to his heart. For all Jacob knew it could be. It bobbed in front of Jacob tantalisingly. Harry reached down and with minimal effort shredded what remained of the boxer briefs. His balls were certainly orange sized, but now free of their restraints, Jacob watched as they dropped almost a foot, swinging low until they fell against Harry’s steel quads which brushed together and left no space at all between them. “Fuck man, I guess I got a bit bigger all over, hey?” laughed Harry jovially. “Look, I’ve gotta be honest, I’m not gonna be able to concentrate on what’s changed until this has been taken care-” He was abruptly cut off as Jacob’s lips wrapped passionately around the head of his cock. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “I dunno how to explain this. It’s like, I’ve never felt this intense feeling from my cock before, but at the same time it’s like I’ve felt it nearly every day for a decade!” Harry’s hips bucked as Jacob’s tongue explored the thick slit of his cock. Jacob felt his mouth quickly filling with pre, and wondered faintly how anything could taste this much sweeter than pure sugar. He swallowed only to find his mouth full again, and so gave in, forcing the first inches of the cock deep into his throat. It was like a feeding tube, if a feeding were thicker, throbbed with power every second or so, and tasted better than life itself. Hell, if he had the choice, Jacob would’ve lived with this cock as a feeding tube. All of a sudden Harry’s hand palmed his head and with an irresistible strength pushed him forward. He tried to resist the urge to gag as all 12 inches distended his throat. Another hand reached down and around his stomach, and with no effort at all lifted his whole weight off the ground, starting to slide him back and forward. He felt completely powerless, the god was basically treating him like a sex toy, and fuck it felt so good. After several minutes of being pumped up down Harry’s cock, Jacob felt himself slow, and his lips were pushed until they kissed the bottom of Harry’s and the top of his ballsack. From where his hands held onto superbly striated glutes, he felt the muscles flex as Harry pushed forwards. There was a soft thud from below as the engorged balls were pulled upwards and collided with Jacob’s chin. He felt his whole throat vibrate for a moment before a flood of cum was pumped into him like a firehose had been turned on inside him. He felt his whole stomach fill rapidly, then heat spread up his throat, and cum shot violently out around his lips. He was released from the effortless vice-grip and slid backwards from the force of the ejaculation until he was freed. As the overgrown dick was released and sprang up, the last seconds of the orgasm caused a thick rope of cum to sling upwards, splattering Jacob all over his face before flying into the air and landing all over Harry’s beefy pecs and abs. Harry moaned for about a minute afterwards until he came back to himself. “Fuck man, I’m sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away.” He smiled, half laughing, half apologetic. Jacob grinned as he wiped the thick seed from his face, not even hiding his eagerness to lap it up. “Not at all, that was incredible.” A hand reached up to massage his neck a little, “though I think I’ll be feeling it for about a month.” Harry laughed, and trying to be subtle he tasted the thick dripping cum from his own chest. He failed miserably and considered that he might never be able to get away with being subtle again. “Ok, so I got really heavily into juicing, I’ve done fucking everything. Started slow with test, tren, dianabol, the usual suspects.” He ran off the list, only half realising he’d never really heard those names before today. “I shot up about 2 feet, gained almost a hundred pounds in a year, and was competing by 17. Doctors couldn’t believe how I reacted to them. In the last couple of years I’ve hit some REALLY hardcore shit, but I’ve put on at least 50 pounds of raw shredded muscle.” He broke into a bicep flex to accentuate his point. “Huh, weird.” He said, as though the memories were playing out before him. “Apparently I react so strongly to steroids that one of the professors at this university is studying my physiology and creating something tailored specifically for me!” he looked incredibly excited. “In his words, I’ll ‘break human limits that have never been broken before.’” Jacob could only stare in disbelief, imagining the 24-year-old pro bodybuilder in front of him, a beast of easily 300 pounds, adding on a super-steroid designed just for him. “Ok, well, at least in terms of the machine, we got some pretty crucial information.” Jacob said. As he moved over to the computer, a long readout finished printing on continuous feed. Tearing the sheet off, he began to peruse the numbers. Out of his peripheral vision he saw the naked hulk walk over and begin to read from his side. He noticed he was already half-chubbed again, even so soon after ejaculating. “This number here,” he said pointing to a piece which read ‘Approximate Temporal Discontinuity: 0.001%,’ “ATD is an indicator of a ripple effect. Basically, the machine gauges how much impact the prompt had on the timeline. Since it was calibrated to the last 24 years as it was only aimed at your lifetime, and over that 24 years, 0.001% of the world has changed. I’d estimate somewhere around 1% would be enough to start noticing some small differences outside of what directly changed for you, anything above 5% is where we have to start getting worried about things being significantly different. That said there’s no guarantee a substantial difference would be bad, necessarily.” Harry nodded, but Jacob just sort of assumed he didn’t get what was going on. It was sort of how their relationship worked, Jacob was the brains, Harry was the brawn. Jacob shook his head a little. Harry was the brawn? He hadn’t been until now but the thought felt so natural to him. “The rest of the data isn’t really anything that would interest you except for some of this” He pointed to a section which read ‘Individual Discontinuity Paradoxes: 3,’ “which is the IDP, basically it registers how many individuals are aware of the change.” “Wait so are you saying 3 people know that I just grew into a professional bodybuilder since this afternoon?” Harry said, shocked. “Who?” “Well, there’s you and me, obviously, but I didn’t say ‘people,’ and the machine isn’t exactly picky.” He answered, pointing a thumb over his shoulder without even looking back. Harry followed the gesture to see the very obese rat looking at him, stunned. “Haha, oh.” “It’s interesting that your clothes ripped.” “Interesting, or sexy as hell?” Harry said, bouncing his pecs fondly remembering the sensation of cotton being shredded by his physique. “Both, really. I intended that the machine would protect people observing the change as it happened, I didn’t realise material objects could get caught up in that too.” He thumbed through his notes. “Which leads me to what we need to test next.” He said with a concerned expression, considering how to undertake this test. “And what’s that?” “I need to test a prompt on somebody who isn’t aware of what we’re doing, to see if they realise something has changed.” Harry raised a hand to his chin and held his elbow. It was almost a comical thinking pose but Jacob couldn’t help but be reminded of an actual marble statue on the promenade of the university, and was struck by how much better a statue of his newly-endowed best friend would be. “How complicated can the prompt be?” Harry said finally. “A few lines at best. Anything more complex could have horrible results.” “What, like Jerri winning survivor?” said Harry, a faux look of terror shadowing his face. Jacob couldn’t help but smirk. “No, on a more personal level. If we sent a prompt to someone that was, say, a few paragraphs long, they could have that being pumped into their subconscious mind throughout their life. We don’t target many junctions at once to prevent future prompts from all happening at once, but even still, having huge amounts of information bombarding your mind could lead to a complete mental breakdown, or something like schizophrenia, hell even a whole other personality developing.” “Well I guess we wouldn’t want that. But I was thinking something more… complex, but short.” “I suppose it should technically work, but why do I get the feeling you’re up to no good?” “Oh, now why would you doubt me like that?” Harry asked with a devilish grin cracking his painfully handsome features. He briefly explained his plan to Jacob, who was concerned at first, but with some not-so-subtle attempts at flirting and charm from the behemoth youth, he accepted.
  3. “Nah. Still no. I don’t get it.” Harry stood with his brow furrowed in front of Jacob, clearly perplexed. Jacob sighed. He’d been ready for this, it was very complex stuff, and Harry wasn’t exactly known for his outstanding intelligence. “Ok, so first off, time isn’t a straight line. We can’t really look at time, but it’s really convoluted…” he began. Harry nodded but already seemed to be lost. “It’s complicated and it crosses over itself and collides at different points.” He drew a big squiggle on the whiteboard to illustrate his point. He gestured to where two parts of the line crossed. “Here, where time collides, is what we call a ‘junction.’” Harry continued to nod. Jacob pointed at the machine. It was essentially a computer hooked up to a helmet, covered in strange electrodes and wires. “This machine sends a signal at a frequency that should be able to pass THROUGH those junctions.” “What, so to a different time?” Harry asked. “Exactly!” Jacob said, excited that his friend was getting it. “This helmet scans your brain waves, and using a sample of your DNA, encodes the signal in a way that would only affect you, but at different points in time.” “Wait, so what, I can get messages from the future?” Harry said, seeming interested suddenly. Jacob rolled his eyes knowing he was thinking about the lottery or something. “Not exactly. Think of it like a really strong hypnosis tape. We put a prompt into the computer, and that message is sent out as a signal. It would be like having an idea soaked into your brain all through your life.” “What do you mean.” Harry said. “Well, it would just be an idea that would be reinforced, like training a dog, but… retroactively. Imagine being able to break a drug addiction by stopping it before it happened, or just changing the way you think just a little bit so you never chose to stop going to the gym or something…” he trailed off, almost revealing too much of his own desires. “Or, for instance, rewriting a lab rat’s mentality so it lost the ability to feel full.” With that he gestured to a glass enclosure which housed a morbidly obese rat, it’s little feet wiggling just enough to reach the floor and roll itself over to the food bowl. “Oh my god, that’s disgusting.” Said Harry, repulsed. “Well, it was a perfectly healthy rat last night. In fact it was a little underweight.” “Jesus. Wait, hang on, so you’re basically telling me that this machine can rewrite history?” he asked, snapping back to attention. “To a degree. It only works on the person wearing the helmet, and it can only change their thought patterns so much. If you try something too radical, the person would consciously reject the idea, and when it kept coming back they’d probably get doped up by a psychologist.” “Ok, so why are you telling me this?” “I need you to be my first human test subject.” Jacob said sheepishly. “Wait, what? And end up like Chubs over there?” Harry said, standing up quickly and pointing at the obese rat which had now rolled onto its side, struggling to get right-side up again. “No, I mean, well, yes, but we don’t need to make the prompt make you FAT, it could be anything!” Jacob said desperately trying to regain Harry’s calmness. “This is for my doctorate, and I need to be able to prove that the machine works.” “Well why don’t you do it yourself?” “I will, but I need to be sure first. I hard-coded it so that whenever my own DNA is used, a secondary prompt will always be used to implant the idea of the machine into me. That way it shouldn’t be able to cause a change that would destroy the machine and prevent me fixing anything that gets fucked up.” “Like me for instance?” said Harry, raising an eyebrow. “Well, yeah.” Jacob said. “Point is, I think it’s completely functional, and it worked on the rat. I just need a human test to make sure the prompt works with the human brain and doesn’t get muddled up somehow.” Harry thought for a while. “And I get to pick the prompt?” he asked, coyly. “Sure. That is, as long as it’s something we can clearly observe.” Harry continued to think. “Fine. But no judgement alright?” “Great! Of course not! So what do you want the prompt to be?” Jacob said, rushing to the computer’s keyboard. “Well, I’ve always been… decently fit I guess.” Started Harry, blushing. It was true, Jacob had always thought Harry had a beautiful body. He was tall and lithe. He wasn’t muscular, per se, but he had a tight swimmer’s build that looked good in everything. “Yeah, and?” “Well I only started really hitting the gym hard recently, and I feel like I sort of missed my prime for it.” “Harry, you’re 24.” “Yeah, I know, but like, if I had’ve worked out seriously through puberty, I could be pretty… hot.” “Ok, so basically you want the prompt to be something like ‘I love working out in the gym.’” Jacob said. “Yeah, that’d make a nice start.” “A start?” said Jacob, half laughing. “Well, if I can rewrite my life, you think I’m stopping after just one go?” “Ok, ok, let’s get to that when we get to it.” Jacob hammered on the keyboard, inputting parameters and the prompt; “I love working out in the gym.” “Alright, we are ready to go, and… done.” He pushed the enter key with a decisive motion. The loud clack of the key was followed by a high-pitched whirring from the computer as fans buzzed to life. Harry felt a tingling sensation in his scalp as automatic sensors wormed their way across his head. After a few minutes, the machine’s activity died down and Harry looked around expectantly. “Is that it?” he asked, sounding a bit let down. Jacob looked at the computer monitor. A blinking, green phrase on the screen read “Transmission successful.” “Yeah, it looks like it worked.” Said Jacob smiling widely. “Really?” asked Harry, looking down at himself. “I don’t feel any different. Don’t tell me this is the improved me and I just don’t remember cos my past changed.” Jacob smirked. “Well the rat took about 10 minutes to see any difference. I noticed the changes so I don’t imagine we wouldn’t notice it happen with you.” He began to finger through a small pile of notes on the machine. “The machine sends messages through junctions in the timeline, which in turn affects the present, and the future, but because we’re making a change that never happened before we basically cause a paradox.” “Can you explain that a bit, I’m not a nerd.” Said Harry, rolling his eyes for effect. “Ok, so there’s a timeline where everything happened normally, which brought you to this point where you made the decision to change your past. Since you changed your past, when you got to this point in your life there’d never be a reason to make that change since it already happened, meaning your past WOULDN’T be changed, and would happen normally.” Harry just looked confused again. “Ok, so in order for you to both make the decision, and not make the decision, you basically have two distinct pasts now. Both have to exist for the other to make any sense.” He drew on the white board again, drawing a line that split in two, and then rejoined, like a river splitting and then coming together again. “As far as I can tell, there’s no reason it shouldn’t work out just fine, in the grand scheme of things.” Jacob looked back at Harry, only to see he was barely paying attention. Harry’s hand was scratching at his chest. As Jacob watched he saw that it was less the way you would scratch an itch, and more the way you would rub a sore muscle, almost massage-like. “Something feels weird.” Said Harry. He took the helmet with all its sensors off his head and got up from the chair. “It’s like, lik- AH!” he said jerking his head back. “Like something’s moving under my skin.” Jacob got up to get a closer look. “Take your shirt off, let me see what’s happening, something could be wrong.” Harry started to pull his t-shirt upward. As it got up to his chest the material grew tight and was fighting being pulled from his skin. “Ow, Jesus, it’s so tight!” Harry protested. “I can’t get it off. As he let go of the hem, Jacob saw the problem. The material was stretched impossibly tight over Harry’s chest, because his chest was getting larger. He watched as what was once a thin, tight chest ballooned into dense, meaty pecs. Two wide, rounded lumps grew in front of Jacob’s eyes as Harry’s nipples grew from almost 2D into thick, swollen tits, and then started to push downwards as the expanding flesh above them continued to grow. There was a harsh crack, and Jacob looked up to see the collar of Harry’s t-shirt had given way. The red material was moving steadily to the sides, accompanied by a loud ripping noise as the split spread downwards. In seconds, Harry’s chest was bare. His pale chest was immense, somehow seeming even bigger now that it was uncovered. A deep crevasse ran between the two huge slabs of muscle, each with a half inch-long tit neatly sitting under it. As the rip continued downwards, Jacob’s eyes followed, and to his amazement he watches as Harry’s stomach contorted and flexed, bringing forth two, then four, then six, then eight spectacular abs. Each was big enough that Jacob could’ve fit his hand around one just barely, and they sat perfectly symmetrically down Harry’s front. The bottom of the shirt gave way, and as it fell to the sides, shredded obliques were revealed below ribs, revealed by the complete lack of body fat. Harry, still somewhat dazed, grabbed at the two sides of the shirt hanging off him and tugged. In one swift motion the sleeves of the tattered garment were obliterated, revealing still swelling delts. Each looked to be in competition with his head for size, but had deep striations that looked to go almost to the bone. Harry roared in approval, raising his arms in a double bicep pose which started unimpressively, but pure muscle rocketed down his arms, twisting into colossal football-sized biceps, and equally impressive triceps. Veins twisted and wrapped around the surface looking like a spider’s web, but as thick as a normal person’s fingers. His forearms broadened until they could be confused for a whole ham. Jacob, both enthralled by the success of the experiment, and enamoured by the changed he was seeing in front of him, reached forwards to fumble with Harry’s belt. A huge meaty paw pushed aside his smaller, fragile hand and grasped at the buckle with seemed to shatter in his grip. As his belt pulled away, his jeans started to drop to the floor, but were caught quickly as, even undone, the waistband was significantly narrower than the legs it was trying to slide past. “Oh shit!” Harry let loose, as the denim filled quickly and began to strain. Jacob had never heard a sound like the resounding splintering noise the jeans made as solid, alabaster steel burst out both sides. Harry’s legs looked freakish, they grew enormous, and the contrast with his narrow waist would have been almost laughable if it weren’t so hot. As the legs of his boxer briefs were forced upwards, deep cuts in the muscle were revealed. Each of the quads was thicker than Jacob’s whole torso, and the cuts were so intense he felt drawn to wrap his fingers around the long, thick muscle heads. As far as he could tell Harry wasn’t even flexing, he was just so immense and so shredded that every single fiber was visible through his paper-thin skin. Beneath the quads, teardrop calves clung onto sturdy lower legs, though at this point they were resembling a capital “P” more so than a teardrop. Jacob almost had to step back as the last remains of clothing on the behemoth twitched before him. The bulge in Harry’s too-small boxer briefs began to swell until it looked like an overgrown banana was being restrained by them; every pulsing inch clearly discernible through the stretched fabric as it sat atop two orange-sized balls. He could even see several inches of thick, vascular cock where the waistband was being pulled away from Harry’s abs, by both the new narrowness of his waist, and the weight of the monster restrained there. Jacob looked up at Harry, his mouth open in awe. Harry looked down, but nervously had to take a step back as he couldn’t see Jacob past his new pec shelf. Just moving his head felt strange, as he could feel the vast muscles of his traps reaching up almost as high as his ears twitching against his thick neck to move. He reached an arm up to feel his neck, and was surprised to meet resistance as his biceps collided with his pecs, limiting movement. Touching his neck he found that it was as thick as his own head, maybe even an inch or two thicker. “Holy fuck.” He said, to Jacob, his voice multiple octaves deeper than it had been, minutes ago. “I mean… holy fuck.” Jacob could barely think, and only managed a few astonished words. “All that from ‘I love working out in the gym?’”
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  5. Parts 1 and 2 here: Part 3: Alex wandered aimlessly through the forest, not quite sure what he was looking for, but with the strange feeling that he needed to keep pressing onwards. After several minutes he felt a curious sensation that he'd never experienced; his balls, now many times larger than they had ever been in proportion to the rest of him, had pumped out so much cum that his heavy sack was bumping against his heavily striated quads with each step. A strange sight met Alex after a long time walking, although, he thought, compared with what he'd experienced recently, he should probably adjust his idea of what was strange. A house sat in a clearing in the woods. There was no road, or signage, no fence surrounding it, but there was a front path made of large, round, flat stones that led out the front door, led out 20 meters or so, then twisted into nothing. The strange part was that as much as Alex was sure he had grown to the size of 10 bodybuilders, the house still seemed to be in normal proportions to him. Alex couldn't contain his curiosity, so he walked up the strange front path, and raised his hand to knock on the door. As he went to knock, the door suddenly swung open and he was suddenly face to face with the pale man in white underwear he had followed from the riverside. Face to face was a poor choice of words, as the man was eye-level with Alex's swollen pecs. "Good, there you are, I've been waiting for you for AGES." said the man, sounding somewhat annoyed. "Y-you were?" asked Alex in his deep, sexy voice. "I didn't even know I was coming." "Nonsense." said the gym bunny, crammed into the tighty whiteys. "You're the houseboy I ordered. Don't you even know who you are?" Alex's mouth just hung open, he had no idea how to respond to strange question. He didn't get to think long either, as the man grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house. He was led through strange rooms. He had no real idea what to call them, as the furniture was unlike any he had seen before. They stopped in a large room, with what was unmistakeably a bed, a tall object that looked like a closet, but didn’t seem to have a door, and the small glass table from the hall of doorways, with the same little red bottle labelled "Drink Me!" that he had already drank. The white gym bunny turned to him and pointed up to the top of the cupboard. "My stuff is up there, and I can’t reach it." he said, bluntly. "You're a massive freak, reach up there and get them for me." Alex would normally have responded with some protest, but he figured he could just get out of here if he helped the incredibly attractive man. He reached his colossal arm upwards and grabbed what was on the top of the cupboard. As he brought them down, he found they were a pale white pair of handcuffs, and a small, white whip. It suddenly struck Alex that he was in what could be called a bedroom with another man, holding some kinky toys, with only a pair of tiny white underwear between the two of them. This hadn't happened to him very often before today. "Well?" said the bunny "Are you just going to keep me waiting?" he stuck out his hand indignantly. Alex handed him the whip and cuffs, and turned away. "Look I'm not the houseboy you ordered, so I'm just gonna…" he was cut off by a loud clicking noise. He turned around to see what he feared, the handcuffs were clamped around his wrist, and the other side was firmly around the headboard. He sighed, exasperated. "Wait here, I'll be back." said the man, as though he hadn't just cuffed a super ripped, naked guy to his bed, and he left the room. Alex felt the need to leave, he was getting claustrophobic being shackled in place. He looked around, and the only other thing he could see in the room was the curious little bottle. "I guess it made me small before, maybe a little will let me slide my wrist out." he said, realising again he was monologuing . He reached over and picked up the tiny bottle. He pulled out the stopper, and tipped the bottle, trying to just get a drop so he could still retain most of his newfound size. His enormous bicep suddenly twitched, like it had a mind of its own, and the entire contents of the bottle splashed straight down his throat. Alex panicked, not wanting to go back to his usual, undersized self, but all of a sudden he heard a large creaking noise, and instead of his wrist slipping out of the handcuffs, it had thickened so much that the metal had been wrenched apart. Alex took the moment of freedom to rush towards the exit, but found it blocked by the bunny. "What did you do, I thought I left you over there?" he said, confused, but then spotted the little empty bottle on the floor. "You drank ALL of that!? That's way too much!" he yelled, a bit of fear in his eyes. He probably would have said more, but he didn’t have much of a chance, as Alex's already huge pecs ballooned forward and buried his face in the deep cleft between them. Alex tried to say something, but all that came out was a moan of ecstasy. Despite the insane musculature, his legs felt weak as waves of pleasure ran through them and he fell. However, as he landed, he found his fall cushioned by enormous steel glutes. As he fell, the bunny was freed from the vice-grip of his pecs, and Alex could see a long, thick, bulge extending inside the tight underwear. The material was turning translucent as pre started to soak them. Alex reached his bulging arms out in front of him with the intent of taking the underwear off the man in front of him, but as he grabbed the waistband, his biceps and pecs surged larger, pushing against each other and forcing his arms outwards. His attempt to strip the man instead resulted in him ripping the underwear in half like tissue paper. His dick sprang free, monstrous in comparison to the lithe body that held it, obviously incredibly turned on by the growth going on in front of him. If Alex had felt claustrophobic before, with a set of handcuffs on, that was nothing compared to what he felt now. His head felt like it was sinking into a pit, as his pecs continued to balloon in front of him, and his traps rose like mountain peaks behind him. His massive delts must have had more muscle mass than any bodybuilder's whole body, and were forcing ever further outwards. His arms were basically immobile, and his elbows were brushing the walls on both sides of the room. His expanding legs caused his feet to be planted either side of the door, and his muscle ass crumpled the bed aside as it pressed into the opposite wall. The bunny climbed over Alex's cobblestone 10 pack abs. Alex's monstrous cock rose up behind him, his balls laying like beanbags on the floor, his mushroom head brushing against the ceiling, leaving a trail of sticky precum which dripped slowly down onto the bunny's toned back. Reaching the top of Alex's abs, he grasped his over-footlong cock, wielding the weapon with grace and expertise, plunging it deep into the gap between the impossible pecs before him. He spread his arms, each reaching one of Alex's nipples which had been forced downwards, pointing almost vertically, from the rapidly expanding muscle. He began to thrust, fucking the huge pecs, and with every buck Alex could feel the long thick cock growing bigger, further and further up his chest, closer to his face. Alex's cock head was suddenly pressed hard against the roof as he grew, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot through his body. Every muscle flexed, and the wall his huge legs were pressed against gave way like it was nothing. He slid down to lie on his back, and his legs shot through the next room and collided with the next wall. His pecs quickly rose like baking bread, brushing the roof, as the bunny continued to fuck with the vigor of a crack addict. His feet burst through the wall, and he found that his feet were now outside. Almost simultaneously his arms burst through either side of the house. The bunny seemed to take no notice of his house being demolished by the young god. Alex's cock surged larger, blasting out of the roof like an erupting volcano, rocketing up to twice the height of the house. His balls would have easily filled a room if any of the walls still stood. He felt pressure all around him, lats pushing out, traps pushing up, everything pushing upwards as he swelled, all but immobile. There was a horribly loud crash as the entire house gave way, and Alex shot an obscenely large load which shot like a cannon over his own head and into the distance. The bunny seemed not to notice the devastation, and continued fucking, his cock having stretched longer and longer, reaching almost from the base to the top of Alex's pecs. Alex tried to lean upwards, but found it almost impossible. He opened his mouth to speak, and instead found a torrent of cum blasting out the top of his pecs. It was funnelled down between his pecs and traps, down to his head. He swallowed the cum, which was strangely sweet, but still hot and salty. He downed mouthful after mouthful until there was none left, save for the thick sticky coat over his entire upper body. He felt odd, like a balloon with the air being let out. Many times faster than he'd grown, he shrunk. Faster and faster, he dwindled down, losing height and muscle mass at an unbelievable rate. Soon, the bunny (and his cock which was shrinking down like a measuring tape being retracted) was the same height as him. Then taller. Then he towered over him. Alex panicked, worrying he wouldn't stop shrinking and would simply disappear. As quickly as it started, the shrinking stopped. Alex looked around, and to his horror saw blades of grass all around him, taller in comparison than a forest of pine trees. Looking down, Alex let out a happy sigh of relief, seeing that his despite his miniscule size, his body retained the inhuman build of a bodybuilder whose roids were on roids, and his cock was the size of his forearm, hanging down to his knees in a groove between his quads. Looking upwards, Alex saw a gigantic blue mushroom, like a mountain on the horizon, and set off towards his new goal.
  6. Part 2: Alex swam for hours, through the thick cum. His new incredibly muscular body did not tire however. Eventually he spotted some sort of landmass in the distance, and just a few more strokes of his powerful arms propelled him to it. Sliding his body out of the ocean of cum, Alex was able to admire himself for the first time since his growth. He flexed his magnificent arms, watching his biceps pop out from his skin, each significantly larger than his head. He had no frame of reference for how big he really was, all he knew was that before the room disappeared. All he knew was that at that time he had filled the room, meaning he had been at least 3 or 4 times as large as before all his size changes, and at least as many times wide. He looked down at his torso and saw his pecs. His mouth watered as he saw the incredible swollen muscles, each standing at least a foot out from his chest. He reached up his hands to feel his abs, as his larger than life pecs made it impossible for him to see them. Starting at the base of his dick he ran his hands upwards over his smooth skin, wrapped tight around the protruding muscles. Two, four, he felt his belly button, six, eight, a grin spread across his face, he had never even considered an eight pack possible on himself, then his smile faded as his jaw dropped, ten… twelve, and then his hands met his enormous chest shelf. A twelve pack. He counted again in disbelief. Then twice more. He felt each muscle individually, still reeling. Each felt to him like a brick, but must be several times larger, and jutted so far from his stomach that his large, masculine fingers couldn’t be forced all the way between the muscle to touch the skin between. These huge muscles could well be larger than his head had been before, but compared to his pecs, still must leave him with an incredibly tapered waist. Thinking about his pecs, Alex's hands found their way up there again, and, well out of his eyesight, found swollen nipples, incredibly sensitive and plump, pointing down underneath his incredible chest. He massaged them gently, and their incredible sensitivity sent thrills down his cock. His cock. He looked down, having forgotten about the elongated appendage in his exploration of his upper body. There, framed by his diamond quads and large, bulging calves, was a huge ballsack. Comparatively smaller than before, it no longer scraped the ground, but instead dangled to a point just below his knees, and had he been the size of his normal body, each nut would have been the size of a beach ball, which meant they were in fact much larger. Alex's head suddenly filled with visions of his balls putting yoga balls to shame, zorb balls even, visions of bodybuilders worshipping even one nut that was larger than their entire body. This caused even more demand for attention from his dick, which soft, was slung over the massive balls and hung well past the sack, nearly dragging the massive head on the ground beneath him. Even soft it was as thick around as his new, impossibly large biceps. This place he was in must be some kind of special magic, though Alex, because there was no way there was enough blood pumping through even this colossal body to raise this mammoth of a dick to a full erection. And yet, as he watched, the bulbous extension to his gargantuan form rose steadily upward. The flesh bulged outward like some parody of the beginning of a balloon animal. It stretched to the sides, reaching a width of almost three quarters of his waist, and continued its way forward, head arching skyward, until it reached its full length, which was easily as large as his whole body was tall. In what was perhaps some remnant of the cookie's effects, Alex felt his already huge ass grow into even larger globes of pure muscle, rivalling the balls in front of him. Standing there, admiring his own beautiful, curved member, Alex heard a voice from below him. "Oh my!" said the voice from somewhere near Alex's leg. "Such extreme beauty." Alex forced his eyes away from his own body long enough to see the owner of the voice was a meek, lithe individual, covered in tight muscle, but standing no taller than his own knee, with mousey brown hair and pale brown eyes. "You're perfect!" said the man, who grabbed at Alex's hand and pulled him into the dense woods in front of them. "Wait, where are we going?" asked Alex, strangely finding himself compelled to follow the man. He marvelled at his own voice which had dropped by several octaves from what he was used to. The smaller man didn't answer, but after a few minutes they arrived in a clearing of sorts. In the clearing were four other men. It seemed he wasn't the only one who had found food that caused growth, for while they were all dwarfed by his incredible stature, their bodies were all grown in incredible ways. The man with the mousey brown hair that had led him joined the crowd, and had by far the most normal body, simply muscled like an Olympic swimmer. Two twins with hair so blonde it was almost platinum stood near him, each coming up to the shoulders of the mousey man. They were thin, but between their legs swung enormous appendages, each as large as their legs. Upon seeing Alex, these swung upwards and erect, were clearly longer than the guys were tall. There was another man, this one ever so slightly taller than the others, whose dick, while small in comparison with anyone in the clearing, was large and thick, and hung forward over a magnificent set of egg sized balls. His skin was a beautiful golden tan colour and his hair was equally as golden. His stomach bulged outward with muscle, but no abs were clear to see beneath the thin covering of golden fur. His pecs however were larger proportionally than any Alex had ever seen, hanging off of him like comical balloons, each bigger than his entire muscular abdomen, with huge dark brown nipples dangling forwards from underneath the mounds of muscle. The last man was much smaller, though very well hung. He had pale white skin and jet black hair, and his body was one to worship. Like a cross between a fitness model and an aesthetic bodybuilder, every muscle was sculpted to divine perfection. His chest was beautiful in every sense of the word, striations appearing with the slightest of movements and large silver dollar nipples that made Alex drool. Framing these pecs were boulder-like shoulders and biceps like overinflated footballs. Below them sat a 12 pack of abs, each protruding inches from his toned stomach. Diamond quads were supported by teardrop calves and in the centre of everything was a dick so well proportioned that, had his own not recently reached titanic sizes, Alex would have envied. "Ah, I see you bought a guest." said the last man, "And just in time, we're about to begin the caucus race." "The what?" asked Alex. "Don't worry, all you need to know is that everyone wins in a caucus race." he replied with a wide grin. At the end of his words, everyone moved all at once. Alex couldn't keep track of all of them as their small forms darted around him. He felt an occasional poke and prod, then all of a sudden felt a great pull. Dark black bindings made from some kind of silk had been wound around his body without his knowing, and as the men pulled, he felt his muscular arms pinned together behind his back and he fell to his knees as they too were forced together. Alex felt several things at once. The twins had made their way behind him and were tag teaming his ass with their considerable endowments. Even with Alex's incredible size, the two cocks working side by side were pushing his limits. At the same time they each worshipped one of Alex's enormous, globular ass cheeks, faces pressed deeply into the flesh and arms stroking the striations in the muscles. The man with the incredible pecs had found himself straddled over Alex's monstrous cock, his face flat against the mushroom head as he licked and kissed at every inch he could reach. His whole body undulated against Alex's dick and Alex could feel his huge, meaty pecs flexing as they worked his massive shaft. The small man that had led Alex to the clearing had a foothold amongst Alex's abs, which provided more than enough room to stand, and was worshipping his pecs. His whole body pressed into the deep crevasse between the absurdly large slabs of muscle. Alex could feel the drool pouring from his mouth as he lapped at the muscles. One of his hands reached out to grip Alex's massive nipple, which sent shivers through Alex's bound form. The man who looked like a model had climbed his way up Alex. He had a foot on either collarbone and pushed his cock into Alex's mouth. He thrust his dick back and forth and as he did so, his incredible body pressed against Alex's face and his biceps flexed against the cheeks he clung to. With every thrust, his dick seemed to grow. Swelling quickly it soon filled Alex's mouth and was pushing its way down his throat. He could feel the expanding meat, now reaching halfway down his throat, though for some reason he didn't feel like he was choking or struggling for air. For the longest time, Alex was helpless on his knees, in incredible ecstasy. His ass was being worked so beautifully that the pain and pleasure were inseparable. His dick had reached full mast, and copious amounts of precum poured from the tip, lathering every foot of the monster, making him question just how the golden-skinned man managed to keep his grip. His whole chest felt like it was being electrocuted by the sheer pleasure emanating from his nipples and the precum dripping through his insides seemed to be causing all the feeling to be amplified. All at once, in a single synchronous event, all the men came. Cum blasted up Alex's ass from the twin dicks, all over his torso and cock from the two men mounting him and blasted in bucket loads down his throat into his stomach. His own cock throbbed with power and his engorged balls gave a lurch. Several huge loads of cum rocketed upwards into the air, raining down onto the orgy and covering Alex completely. Alex's senses were dulled. Once again he felt lost in cum. He briefly remembered feeling the dicks pull out of his body, but when he eventually managed to wipe the cum from his face and recover his vision, he found all the men had vanished, and his bindings had mysteriously come loose, leaving him alone in the clearing. Again, feeling bewildered, Alex set off into the forest, his massive dick bobbing proudly before him, cum still dripping steadily from the tip.
  7. Part 1: Alex sat on the grass by the river, his back against a thick tree trunk, the shade of it protecting his tanned skin from the harsh sunlight of the afternoon. He vaguely regretted wearing full length jeans on a day like today, glancing enviously at his older brother, who lay asleep in the sun, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny black gym shorts. It was a shame, Alex thought, that such a beautiful 8 pack and pecs would soon be burned and red. As he sat, thinking about how bored he was, some movement caught Alex's attention from the corner of his eye. As he quickly looked in its direction, something white quickly shot out of sight into the forest by the river. "What the hell." Alex said, quickly getting to his feet and hurrying in the direction of the movement, leaving his slowly cooking brother behind. Entering the dense forest, Alex looked around him, and after a moment, caught another glimpse of white disappearing behind a tree. Rushing forward Alex rounded the tree to see what he was chasing was a man. And not just any man, he was incredible looking. His lithe body was dense with muscle, large but in a strangely compact way. His skin was palest white and he wore nothing but incredibly tight underwear that cupped his round, muscular ass, revealing every detail. His back was broad and had deep striations through the muscles. His lats formed a large V and his round delts perfectly framed his body. Alex saw all this in just seconds, as the man quickly vanished into the thick woods once again. "Wait!" he yelled into the empty forest, but there was no reply. He quickly pursued him once more, but as he reached the point where he had lost sight of the man in the white underwear, he looked around and couldn't see anything. He took a step forward and his stomach flipped over as he found no ground beneath his foot. In an instant he was surrounded by pitch black. He was falling deep within the Earth, nearly losing consciousness. For what seemed like hours he fell further and further below the ground. All of a sudden the ground flew up beneath Alex and he slammed into it with great force. Alex lay there for a minute, feeling the cold marble of the floor against his face. Getting to his feet, Alex took in his surroundings. The ground was black and white marble in a strange, curving pattern, and on every inch of the walls were doors, of all shapes and sizes. Turning around, Alex once again saw the muscular back of the pale man disappear, this time through one of the many doors. Hurrying, Alex pushed the door open, and found a large room with a high, domed roof. Opposite him were large, red curtains. Alex strode forwards and threw back the curtain. To his surprise, the wall behind it was nearly blank, but for a tiny door that barely came up to his ankle. Laying down, his stomach against the floor, Alex peeked through the tiny keyhole. Beyond the door was a tiny, brightly lit garden. It was strange, like everything behind the door was miniaturised. It wasn't just small, fully grown trees must have been only a few inches high, and there were tiny, intricate rose bushes with such detail that they couldn't have simply been crafted so small. Alex stood up, and intended to leave the way he had come and try a different door, one with more hope of leading him anywhere, but as he turned around, the found the wall he had entered from was blank, there was no door to be seen. He rushed over to it and ran his hands over the smooth marble. "This isn’t possible." Alex said aloud, questioning his new habit of talking to himself. "It's seamless, there can’t be a hidden door or anything." He turned around again, but his view of the tiny door was obstructed by a small glass table in the centre of the room. On it sat a small glass bottle full of red liquid. "That wasn't there before." Alex said aloud once more, "Is someone messing around?" he shouted at the room. When nobody replied, Alex reached down and picked up the bottle. A small tag around its neck read "Drink Me!" Pulling the stopper from the bottle, Alex smelt the liquid and was overwhelmed with a strong scent of strawberries and cherries. Seeing as he seemed to have no other options, Alex wrapped his lips around the bottle and downed the contents in one go. A few seconds later, he shook his head, thinking to himself how stupid he had been to expect anything to happen. But as he shook his head it felt light, as though he were fainting. He had the sensation that he was falling, but as he looked around, everything was growing. It took a moment to realise that he wasn't falling, and the room wasn't growing, he was shrinking. His whole body was collapsing in on itself, rapidly losing height though retaining its original dimensions. His clothes still gripped his skin and he wondered vaguely why something he drank would affect his clothing. The tiny bottle in his hand became too large and heavy for him to hold and he dropped it, expecting a shattering noise, but realising he wasn't tall enough for the fall to even break the glass. Eventually the sensation ended and Alex found himself standing next to the bottle, which was now slightly taller than he was. "What the fuck was that." Alex said to himself. "I'm tiny, I'm fucking 3 inches tall!" Looking around the room, everything seemed enormous. The smooth glass table stood what seemed like meters away. Across from it he saw the Tiny door, which now looked large enough that he may have some trouble moving it. He ran across the room, eager to burst through the door and see what waited in the miniature garden on the other side. He wrapped his hands around the handle and his heart fell. It was locked. "Fuck!" he yelled. "What am I meant to do?" He looked up at the table and saw a small silver key sitting on top of it. He quickly attempted to scale the glass table, but found it was far too smooth to climb, and the single support joined the surface in the centre, so even if he reached the highest point, he had no way of getting on top of the table. He was about to sit down and give up on even trying any more, but saw a tiny glass box sitting on the floor a little way in front of him. Opening the box he found a large cookie which had red words iced onto it which read "Eat Me!" Deciding anything was better than being stuck as a tiny person in a room with no way out, Alex bit into the cookie. Eating and eating, he devoured the entire sweet biscuit and awaited a change. Much to his relief, his body began to stretch and expand, quickly shooting up to the height of the table. He grew larger and larger until he had returned to his normal height. Unsure how he would get though the door now that the bottle was empty, he picked up the tiny silver key anyway, and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. As he stopped to contemplate his next move, his stomach gave an enormous growl. A cramp seized through him and he hunched over, arms wrapped around his stomach, eyes clenched shut in pain. He felt a huge crackle of electricity shoot through his body, and felt pain all over his torso. Opening his eyes, he saw his white t-shirt was stretched like elastic over his upper body, it's material in a war with the body underneath. He felt another crackle and watched as seams split all over the shirt, revealing thick slabs of muscle growing underneath. The material continued to shred itself as a huge shelf of chest jutted from his body. Two huge pecs were ballooning out in front of him, and quickly looked as though his skin were stretched over two watermelons. Large watermelons. He looked up and saw his reflection in the smooth marble wall. The face looked familiar, but the body it sat on top of wasn't his. At the front of the humongous pecs sat two round nipples, bigger than silver dollars and growing fast. Below the slabs of chest muscles sat abs that Alex had never had before. 4, 6, 8 of them blossomed out of his stomach, two at a time, each the size of footballs by themselves. Alex raised one had to massage his new abs, and simultaneously, his other found it’s onto his large nipple, which was now bigger than the palm of his hand had been before the growth started. Raising his arms had caused his biceps to flex, and as his arms were growing to match his torso, the swollen beach balls that were his biceps caused what was left of his shirt to shed from his skin. Breaking briefly from the ecstasy coming from his nipple he was massaging, he noticed the electricity had spread to his legs. They quickly swelled against the fabric of his jeans, ripping them up the seam from his ankles to his hips and inflated calves and huge diamond quads burst through. He reached down and with one swift yank, ripped the remains of his jeans off, so he stood there, in all his new masculine beauty, in nothing but a pair of black briefs. He suddenly felt like he was getting the most overwhelming boner of his life, and saw his briefs stretch as a huge dick that looked more like a salami swelled within, sitting atop two orange sized balls. The briefs didn’t last long, as the waistband gave way to force and his dick sprung free. It now resembled a banana that was not only twice the length of any normal banana, but twice the girth. He wrapped a hand around the base, and one around the head, and started mindlessly pumping the still swelling tool. He closed his eyes and felt his body flood with pleasure as his hands quickly became soaked in pre. In seconds he had lost his grip on the member as it grew too huge for even his large hands, and he wrapped his arms around the shaft in a bear hug, letting his massive biceps pump the tool. He felt a cold sensation on the base of his balls, and looked down to see they now rested on the floor, pushing his legs to the sides. At the same moment he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head and realised that it had hit the ceiling. His elbows too, suddenly grazed marble, and he found that his body had grown so large that he now filled nearly the entire volume of the room. His dick, still leaking precum like a tap on full blast, continued to swell before him, forcing his arms outwards painfully against the marble. "Help!" called Alex, knowing nobody could hear him, or even get into the room to help him. "No, NO, NO!" he shouted as he watched the head of his dick, now as large as his own head, stretch up and begin to brush the ceiling. The feeling was like a million blowjobs all at once, the sensitivity of the head was thousands of times more than ever before, and it pushed him to the tipping point. He felt a quick pressure in his massive ballsack as an orgasm, so intense it felt like a seizure, flooded over his body. And that wasn't all that flooded over him. Gallons of cum blasted out of the tip of his dick, spraying at all angles as the ceiling partially covered his dick hole. Cum covered his muscular torso and dripped onto the ground. From his position, with his head arched against the ceiling, Alex saw the cum quickly cover all he could see of the floor. Still writhing with pleasure as cum poured from him, he felt it had filled the roof well past his knees. In just a few seconds, he tasted his own cum as it nearly filled every inch of the room that his monstrous body didn't. Silently screaming in his mind, Alex realised he was about to drown in his own cum, but as he panicked, he felt a new kind of release. All of a sudden he wasn't contained. No marble pressed against his skin, there was no floor beneath his feet, and his dick wasn't pressed against his torso. He thought that this must be death, but as he opened his eyes, he was met by the view of nothing but opaque cum around him. Desperately kicking through the viscous liquid, Alex's new muscular body forced it's way upward, clinging to the little bit of air left in his lungs. Soon, his head broke through the surface, and, pushing thick cords of cum from his face, he looked around to see an ocean of jizz, as far as he could see. Looking down he found his body was still obscenely buff, so it hadn’t been some strange dream, and below the surface, he felt his dick, still incredibly sensitive, jutting out as far in front of him as he was tall. Making up his mind, Alex began to swim in an arbitrary direction, in search of some land in this ocean of his own cum.
  8. Chapter 4: Josh sat in his room, holding the genie's bottle. He contemplated exactly what he should wish for, considering what Marc had said. He could simply wish for his party to be the best in history, but there was something so tempting about the idea of making other guys grow. He finally decided to rub the bottle. "Cutting it a bit close aren't you?" asked the genie as he materialised. "Only a minute until midnight, very nearly missed your wish for the day." "Yeah, just having trouble deciding what to wish for." Josh said. "Running out of ideas so soon?" "Hardly, more like too many ideas." laughed Josh. "Well, you'd better hurry, only 10 seconds left, or you'll be down one wish." Josh thought quickly, weighing his options, but in the end, his dick won out over his brain. "I wish I could make other guys grow." The genie smiled, and there was a part of Josh that didn't like the way he was smiling, it seemed… sinister. "Done." he said. "So I can just think about making a person grow and it'll happen how I picture it?" asked Josh. "I'm sorry." said the genie, but his smile made it seem a little insincere. "But you didn't wish for that, and it was my understanding that I get to decide how wishes happen." "What?" asked Josh "Then how does it work." "You'll have to find out tomorrow." And with that, the genie's muscular form dissipated into smoke and he returned to the bottle. Josh awoke the next day to find that he had slept well into the afternoon. "Master Hartley," came a voice from the foot of the bed, "if you don't get up now, you won’t be ready in time for the party." Josh sat up quickly, realising how late it was, and quickly climbed out of his bed realising that he was once again, naked. The voice belonged to the same butler as the day before, who smiled and turned to leave saying, "I'll leave you to get ready on your own." Remembering his wish, Josh quickly focused his mind on the butler's tight body before him. He pictured clearly in his mind the butler's tight ass expanding before him, the already huge muscles becoming bigger than his tiny underwear could handle. Nothing happened. "Grow." thought Josh. "Come on, get bigger." Still nothing happened. Josh gave the genie's bottle an experimental rub to see if he could question him, but to no avail. He eventually gave in and went to wash up. After cleaning his own incredible body, Josh put on the clothes that had been left out for him, first came a small red speedo, which barely stretched over his cock. Looking in the floor to ceiling bathroom mirror, Josh saw that it closely resembled a g-string, and had to quickly look away from his own incredible ass cheeks, lest a boner rip the thin material to shreds. He crammed his massive diamond quads through the leg holes of some Hawaiian patterned board shorts that had also been left and began to admire himself again. He was struck by how similar he looked to the fitness models who competed in similar attire, though he was definitely larger. He threw his reflection a flex, watching his huge pecs swell with ease, the enormous nipples curling underneath due to the sheer volume of muscle. He was quickly reminded not to get turned on as his swelling dick slid free of the speedo, causing it so slap back onto his balls somewhat painfully. Heading downstairs, after adjusting his package of course, Josh found a trail of balloons, ribbons and party decorations which led him onto a huge ballroom. The room was magnificent, the roof was filled with black and white balloons, and the walls were mirrors from floor to the bottom of the second storey balconies. Long tables were covered in all sorts of party food and the end of the room was entirely open, leading out to a huge, glittering pool. At the centre of the ballroom stood what looked like an incredible fountain, from which poured shimmering, dark pink fruit punch. Josh was drawn to the structure and walked over to it. While admiring the vast streams of punch pouring from the fountain into a large glass dish, Josh felt a tingling in his crotch. The tingle grew into an itch, and after a matter of seconds felt like a fire, burning up and down his cock. Josh quickly whipped his dick out, and it quickly extended to its full footlong state, but underneath it, his ballsack was actually filling up as he watched. It swelled full of cum, causing Josh's jaw to drop as his sack reached the size of a basketball, and then all of a sudden the fire that Josh felt turned into ecstasy and he watched in awe as his balls contracted against his crotch and an enormous cumshot fired itself out of his dick, flying through the air and splashing gloriously into the punch bowl. "Shit!" said Josh, quickly stuffing his well endowed self back into his clothes and looking around, trying to think what to do. "Master Hartley the guests are arriving," came the butler's voice, "I recommend you come greet them." "Shit." said Josh under his breath once again, but he followed the butler to the mansion's incredible lobby. Spilling into the lobby was every single guy Josh had ever seen at his school, all in varying swimwear, and, luckily for Josh, all following the instruction of the mocked up signs in the lobby which read "Shoes, Shirt, No Service." Josh greeted various guys that he recognised, including the entire swim team that seemed to be travelling as a pack, and eventually met up with Marc who boldly wore nothing except his own school speedo. "Hey, happy birthday." said Marc, handing him a small bottle with a ribbon around the neck. "Thanks." said Josh, looking at the clear liquid inside. "It's oil" said Marc, answering the unasked question, "for your… muscles…" His voice trailed off and he began to look at his feet. (Or perhaps to check that his throbbing erection wasn't visible through his speedo, but every detail of it was clearly outlined.) "Oh, awesome." replied Josh. "I've always wanted to try this stuff." Which was sort of true, however he hadn't ever expected to be big enough to use it. Marc and Josh's conversation had brought them back to the grand ballroom, which was now filled with barely clothed, muscular bodies grinding up against each other. Thankfully Josh saw that the room was pretty much empty in the vicinity of the punch bowl. However his attention towards the refreshments seemed to draw Marc's attention. "Oh, hey punch!" he said excitedly, rushing over to the bowl before Josh could stop him, and quickly downing a small plastic cup of it. "It tastes strange." "Good strange or bad strange?" asked Josh, hesitantly watching for a reaction. "Definitely good, it's really sweet, and fruity, but there's something else that I can't put my finger on." he absentmindedly picked up another cup and downed that too. "God, I'm so thirsty all of a sudden." Halfway through his third cup of the punch, he suddenly spluttered, as though someone had punched him in the throat. He dropped the cup, and the punch splashed over the ground, and his hands clutched at his throat. "Are you ok!?" cried Josh, and the whole room's attention flew to Marc. Marc nodded, and moved his hands, or more, his hands moved outwards as his neck was rapidly thickening. His whole body began to writhe and swell before Josh's eyes. His speedo got smaller and smaller as a waist exploded around it, it fought bravely against the enormous muscular bubble butt launching outward from within, but with a sharp crack it flung off like a rubber band and slapped one of the swim team in the face. What emerged was a monster of a dick, as long and thick as Josh's own forearm, but with a mushroom head like a clenched fist at the end. Marc's body was quickly ballooning to match the swollen protrusion which was currently pressed hard into his own face. His pecs appeared around the dick, looking as though they were growing for the express purpose of caressing the thick, veiny member. His average balls were soon nothing of the sort, as they blew up quickly to the size or oranges, then grapefruits, larger and larger, until their sheer weight pulled his hefty cock from his face to point at a 45 degree angle, and his ballsack rested on the floor. His burly legs looked comical forced outwards by the huge balls, but his arms matched their angle as his new biceps were pushed out just as much by his triangular lats. Sitting atop the massive mound of muscle was Marc's head, looking stunned, surrounded by so much muscle that his back muscles were even visible if he tilted his head down even slightly. Apparently forgetting his audience, he reached his swole arms forwards and, fighting his own musculature, wrapped them around his humongous cock. He pulled it towards his body in some kind of incredible bear hug, and slid his biceps up and down the shaft. He pulled his mouth against the slit of his dick as he cried out in pleasure, and cum blasted into his mouth, down his throat and over his face, until the orgasm caused him to let go of his cock and shower the crowd in his spunk. The crowd stood amazed at the growth that had just happened, until one guy ran forward, pushing past Marc's massive form, and plunged his face into the punch. This triggered the movement of the crowd, most of which scrambled to drink any of the precious liquid before them, but some just chose to get their hands on some flesh and worship Marc's 9 foot tall frame. Josh suddenly realised how his wish must work, and smiled, tearing his swimwear off his rock hard cock with one swift movement, and making his way into the crowd before him.
  9. Chapter 3: Josh's eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. His usual view of his bedroom ceiling was obscured by the vast spread of material from an extravagant canopy bed. "Ah, you're awake." Came a voice from somewhere in his room. Josh sat up abruptly, and instinctively pulled the thin sheet he was under to cover himself, as he found he was naked. Spotting the source of the voice, however, he found modesty wasn't really an issue. Standing near the foot of his bed was an obscenely muscular man in his mid twenties, the guy looked like he'd been a gym junkie since he was in diapers. His pecs were especially enormous and the deep striations in the slabs of muscle were enough to get Josh's monster cock standing at attention. All he wore was a pair of black briefs which showed off a rather impressive bulge between his legs, and arm cuffs and a collar, like strippers wore. the tiny collar only served to accentuate the incredible chest. The man's eyes spotted Josh's hard on through the sheets, which was no great feat considering the whole bed looked tented by it. "Oh, Master, allow me." he said as though this was a regular occurrence. He climbed onto Josh's bed and pulled back the sheets, revealing Josh's massive, throbbing cock. Josh was speechless as the manservant wrapped his strong hands around the long shaft of his cock and started to expertly massage every inch. Even the hands of someone so huge couldn't quite wrap all the way around Josh's impressive girth. He wrapped his mouth over the head of Josh's cock and began to work the large, spongy mushroom of flesh with his lips in ways that Josh wouldn't have thought possible. As the man adjusted his posture to allow the cock deeper into his mouth and throat, his chest tensed up and Josh felt his cock pressed into the crevasse of the massive pecs. The manservant undulated and thrusted and Josh nearly fainted in pleasure as every inch of his newly elongated schlong was being massaged by lips, tongue, hands and pecs. As the massive pecs worked his shaft, Josh felt pressure in his swollen balls, pressed hard against the hefty abs of his new manservant. Cum rocketed out of his dick and every drop found its way down the throat of the man. Josh leaned back, supported by his beautifully sculpted arms. His heart beat fiercely beneath his own substantial chest as sweat dripped in steady streams over his pecs, dripping off his large nipples onto his eight pack where it vanished into the deeply cleaved paths between them. The manservant climbed off the bed, a substantial club-like bulge evident in his tight briefs. He gave a short bow and without saying anything he left the room. Josh just sat there, breathing deeply, staring at his still hard cock and watching it pulse from the blood pumping through it. Eventually he managed to lift himself from the bed and decided to go in search of the bathroom. Wandering the halls, unashamedly naked with his mostly soft dick hanging well over halfway to his knees, he found that his entire house had been replaced with what seemed to be a mansion. Looking out a window he saw a massive grassy lawn and silver gates across a broad driveway in the distance, putting his block at roughly the size of the entire housing area he had lived in before. He wandered around some more and found several more scantily clad butlers and servants, all of which looked as though they'd been hired straight off the stage of a Mr. Universe competition. His mother had died as a kid, and his father had never dated anyone else, but apparently being obscenely rich had helped him come out of the closet when hiring the help, unless of course it had been Josh himself who hand-picked all these studs. He eventually approached one of them who, despite being head and shoulders shorter than him, was about three times as wide as him. "Hey, man." he started, trying to play it cool but failing to keep his eyes off the deep striations in the muscles of the man's neck and shoulders. "Where's the bathroom again?" he asked, considering inviting the guy to join him in the shower. "The main bathroom is on the third floor." said the butler, smiling to himself. "But the one down this hallway and on the left has way better water pressure." he added quietly with a quick wink. "Thanks." said Josh cheerily, slapping him on the back appreciatively as he headed off in the direction of the bathroom. Reaching the bathroom he found it was an elaborate room full of marble bench tops and black and white tiles. The shower was giant and turning the jets on, Josh found the hot water blasted from almost all angles in the glass dome. The heat felt fantastic against his skin and the water seemed to pierce deep into the cuts between his muscles. His newfound strength was still unfamiliar to him and he took particular joy in flexing his biceps just to watch the water caress them. Eventually he got around to actually washing. He found great pleasure rubbing every contour of his own incredible body. He lathered soap all over his beautiful pecs and felt a new sensitivity in is nipples that warranted several minutes of stimulation. The bubbles rolling down his torso clung briefly to his eight pack before sliding down his dick, which was so long that few made it to the end before bursting. He soaped up his large, round bubble butt and explored his own ass with a few fingers, teasing his own asshole. He would have gone further if not for the pec job he'd had just minutes before. Towelling off on the cold tiles, Josh realised he hadn't brought any clothes with him. He wandered back through the halls and was lucky to find his own room. He opened his wardrobe an pulled on the expensive looking clothes he found within, black pants that clung skin-tight and showed off his muscular quads perfectly and a white shirt that he let hang a few buttons open so his chest was almost completely exposed. School was a completely new experience for Josh, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the money, the muscle or a combination of both. People didn't look down on him anymore, in fact, there was awe in their eyes when they looked at him, and on more than a few occasions, lust. The morning was a non-event, save for a somewhat awkward encounter with Marc in which both avoided mentioning the night before for fear of embarrassing the other. At lunchtime they sat together in the courtyard by the pool, still not saying much. Josh used the time to look up his own new history on his phone, which was substantially better than it had been before, now the latest model and taking significantly less time to load anything. He found out that his father had hit something of a streak of good luck. Around the time Josh was born he had won the lottery and got several million dollars, which he invested heavily until his investments had paid off so extremely that their family was now among the richest in the country. Taking a look at his own net worth, Josh realised he never actually needed to work in his life. (Nor did his grandchildren.) He also found that his father was now a globetrotting philanthropist who was currently off in Africa "ending hunger." "Hey, Marc." Josh finally said, breaking the tense silence. "If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?" Marc raised his eyebrow, Josh suddenly realises what a cliché the question was but stared him down nonetheless. "Ok, well obviously I’d want to be about as rich as you are. Being set for life would be sweet." "Of course." "I dunno, I think I'd want some sort of cool power." he kept thinking. "I'd want to be able to change how people look." "Really? Why?" "Can't you imagine how great it'd be, you could make yourself like the best looking person on Earth, proper bodybuilder size with no effort. You could be like some sort of karmic power, make the unpopular people suddenly irresistible and make assholes gain a few hundred kilos. Not to mention, nobody would ever call your dick small again. Can you imagine an orgasm from a dick as big as your entire body?" He trailed off as he saw the grin on Josh's face, mistaking it for mockery, and blushed a deep red. " I didn't…" "No, no, go on." Josh said, trying to make it clear he wasn't being an ass. "Ok then, I'd probably feel bad with those wishes and do something douchey like wishing for world peace for the last one. Why do you ask?" "Ah, nothing, just something I've been thinking about recently." "So how are the party preparations going?" asked Marc. "Party? What?" Josh replied, taken aback. "Yeah." said Marc, looking confused. "Party of the century? Your birthday? Tomorrow night? Come on man you literally invited the entire school, don't tell me you forgot." "Oh, right, that." said Josh, not at all convincingly. "Yeah I'm sure it'll be fine." The rest of the day was more of the same until gym class came and Josh found himself once again in the familiar locker room where his first wish had taken effect the day before. As he stripped he once again found the eyes of every other guy watching him. When he got to the point that all he was wearing was a pair of briefs, it was evident to everyone that he was loving the attention, as his half mast cock was obviously bulging in an obscene manner, threatening to do harm to the thinly stretched material. Josh pulled the waistband forwards, and all the onlookers' eyes nearly bulged out of their heads trying to look more closely. His thick dick, now free from the restraint of the underwear, swung quickly upward and slammed against his eight pack abs with a loud slapping noise that echoed around the silent locker room, before swinging back downwards to stand out proudly, extending a foot or more in from of Josh. He quickly surveyed all of the mostly naked bodies around him, looking for someone new to satisfy him today. His eyes fell on a guy he didn't recognise whose class was joining them in the pool today. He was tall, well over six feet, with bright green eyes, a gorgeous square jawline and brown, tousled hair. For a person of his age he was also incredibly well developed. He stood nearly as wide as he was tall. His incredibly broad back was capped by two incredibly large, round shoulders, easily as large as his head. His brawny arms framed the triangular shape of his lats which lead down to his tapered waist, where there sat an Adonis' belt so defined it looked like it could be used as handles to hold onto the guy. His diamond quads led down to round, swollen calves that looked as though they belonged to an Olympic sprinter. Josh's finely trained eyes knew that such musculature would be nearly impossible on someone of his age and he spotted evidence of large, swollen nipples atop the monstrous mounds the guy would've called pecs, though the term was hardly enough to describe the muscles, it didn't do them enough glory. Josh knew the guy must've been on roids trying to bulk up for whichever sport he played, but that only made him more attractive, this guy appreciated muscle as much as him. "Come here." he said, beckoning the boy with an outstretched finger. He looked stunned and wandered forwards, and Josh had to suppress the urge to cum just watching the muscles on him flex and extend as he walked. He had already managed to get into his swimwear before Josh had stripped and Josh saw a noticeable bulge in the crotch region in front of him. Josh slipped one finger into the speedo and pulled, snapping the garment clean off. A cock that looked like a large salami swung outwards along with his regrettably small balls. "Turn around." Said Josh smiling. The boy turned around to show off a huge muscular bubble butt, each cheek of which also seemed larger than his head, and bent over with his chest against the bench provided in the locker room. Josh placed his hand on the massive cheeks and parted them to find a tight, cleanly waxed hole that looked otherwise untouched. Josh pushed the head of his cock against the hole softly and the steady stream of pre now leaking from it quickly lubricated the whole area. Pushing his hips forward forcefully his cock entered the guys ass. He released his grip on the cheeks and felt the tight muscles contract forcefully against his dick's shaft. The guy howled in excruciating ecstasy as inch after inch of cock slid into him. Josh began to fuck aggressively, pumping his monstrous tool into the tight shaft of ass in front of him. He reached forwards, lifting the guy up to a sharper angle. He grasped the large bitch tits in his fingers, his palms cupping the amazing pectoral muscles and he massaged as he fucked the guy repeatedly. The howls became even more excited at this act, and Josh grinned widely. He suddenly felt that the guys in the room, most of whom were furiously masturbating, had taken a leaf from his book, as hand from behind him had begun to caress his own oversized chest. However, his nipples had no trace of fat around them, they were simply incredibly large. He looked down, noticing that his nipples were nearly as large as the palms of the hands worshipping them. His eyes were caught by his own magnificent body, and that, combined with the incredible pleasure of the strong muscular ass contracted around his dick caused him to blow an enormous load, deep within his paramour. As the limp form of the roided up stud slid from his dick, he remembered he had a party to organise. One which he could make infinitely more interesting and… fun… with his next wish.
  10. Chapter 2: Emerging from the locker room, the class found the coach looking at his watch and scowling as the guys had taken far longer than they should have changing. He glanced up at them and quickly surveyed the boys in front of him. "Jesus Christ, Sterling," he shot at Liam, "It's none of my business what you do on your own time but what the fuck are you thinking." The class looked at Liam to see that copious amounts of Josh's thick cum was still splattered across his muscular chest, and, like most of the class, his swimwear was stretched tight over a throbbing erection. "Uh, yes sir, sorry sir." Liam said and vanished back into the locker room. "And Hartley, you may be comfortable with your own body but at least attempt to cover up." Josh was taken aback. The coach didn't seem surprised by his enormous size, he didn't even seem to question that Josh had more than doubled in size since entering the lockers. In fact, Josh realised that even the twenty-something guys who had watched him hulk out hadn't so much as asked how it had happened. Still wondering about the strange ignorance of those around him, Josh went and borrowed the largest size Speedo that the school store had available, which he could barely cram his humongous cock into and showed every outline of every vein on his semi-soft member. The rest of the class continued as normal, except that Josh's newly muscle bound body carved through the water like a missile, pulsing with newfound power and crackling with the sheer energy from his growth. Most of the class remained distracted, whether watching the muscles in Josh's back contract and relax as he powered through lap after lap, or ogling him as he emerged from the pool, water dripping off the shelf of his pecs, down onto the cobblestone abs. One student was even shouted as in disbelief by the coach when he was spotted with his hand on his dick, jacking it as he stared at Josh, who threw a quick double bi his way, causing the guy to cum while the whole class and coach watched, followed by his whole head blushing a deep red as he excused himself. The class, and with it, the day, came to an end, and Josh was walking home, scantily clad in his underwear, the only clothing that was elastic enough to stretch over his thick quads. His shirt had met its fate to his broad back and basketball-like deltoids, and he had taken pride in shredding the material by flexing with gusto. Marc walked beside him as their houses were close to each other, and he was having extreme trouble watching where he was going, as his eyes were locked onto the huge package bobbing in the black briefs next to him. This didn't escape Josh's notice. "You like what you see?" he asked Marc, smirking a little and bouncing his new pecs. "How could I not?" he replied, adjusting his pants to accommodate his lengthening cock. "How about you stay over at mine tonight?" Josh offered. "R-really… I wouldn't want to… ok…" trailed off Marc. Dropping his newfound cockiness for a second Josh stopped walking and turned to his friend. "So this doesn't seem strange to you?" "What doesn't?" "Me? That I grew like that in front of everyone? That I'm 3 times the size I was this morning?" "No, I dunno, in any other case I guess it would, but with you it just seems… normal… like it was always going to happen and I don't really know why." This confirmed Josh's suspicions that his wishes made sense to everyone, which was good, he supposed, as it'd be pretty shit if he constantly had to lie or explain himself. Reaching his house, Josh led Marc inside and steered him distinctly at his bedroom, not that it particularly mattered as his father was still at work. As they passed the doorway he reached down and tore his briefs clean off, skipping the effort of sliding them down altogether His 12 inch rod of flesh sprung to attention, nearly smacking the smaller boy in the face. Marc quickly slid his shirt off, revealing a compactly muscular torso, before wrapping both of his hands around the shaft of Josh's cock, which was thicker around than the widest part of any of Marc's limbs. Marc caressed the thick meat in front of him and his mouth was drawn to the deep purple head. He could feel the heat of the blood coursing through it against his lips. He tasted the intense, overwhelming sweetness of the precum oozing steadily from it. His brain was intoxicated by the thick, sugary pre as he felt firm hands lift him, and slowly turn him over, pulling the cock from his grasp. Josh pulled the jean's off Marc's lithe frame and looked at the naked figure in front of him. His thumbs slid between the rounded cheeks of Marc's ass and he pushed his monstrous cock slowly forward, deep into the smaller boy. He heard gasps, screams and moans burst forth from below him as two thirds of his cock had slid inwards. It was as though his whole brain had been changed so that every part of his body and mind experienced the electricity pulsing through his cock. Every nerve in the beast felt thousands of times more sensitive, and he felt like he could count every cell of Marc's insides touching his skin. He places his hands on the hips in front of him and his powerful arms forced Marc's entire body forward and back, caressing every inch of his godlike dick with his ass. With each thrust inward he felt his balls slap into Marc's legs. He noticed vaguely that they had swollen as large as grapefruits, churning out more cum than he could imagine. Marc's ass clenched as Josh fucked him and the thrill it shot through his body brought him to orgasm. He felt his balls contract and cum poured into Marc's ass. The orgasm was more intense than any he'd felt before and lasted for what felt like 10 minutes. Josh could've sworn the smaller boys stomach looked stretched for the sheer volume that had been pumped into him. As his slid his huge dick out he heard Marc breathing deeply on the floor. His dick was only semi hard now, though still longer than it had ever been before his change. Marc left shortly after, walking somewhat bow legged, and Josh turned his attention to the bottle. He rubbed the lamp and once again dark red smoke congealed into the form of a godlike man. "You are satisfied, I presume?" said the genie, looking up and down Josh's naked figure. "It's perfect." said Josh, still astounded by how deep his own voice was. "So your second wish, have you decided on something?" the genie asked, as though Josh needed any prompting. "Yep, I wish I was rich." said Josh. "Really, such a simple wish." The genie looked crestfallen. "Yeah, like, set for life, mansions and manservants level." Josh said smiling. "My Dad's worked so hard for me and he really should get something back, he deserves it." "Of course." His fingers snapped once more and he vanished, so Josh went to sleep. He was exhausted from the eventful day so it took no time at all, despite his intense anticipation of the day ahead.
  11. Posted a few stories on Metabods ages back, figured I'd put them here to see if people like them Chapter 1: Josh Hartley sat at the kitchen table, looking at the loosely wrapped box his Dad had just handed him. It was his 18th birthday and it'd been a shitty day all round at school. Josh was younger than nearly everyone in the year so nobody really cared about 18ths anymore, and once again he'd been humiliated in gym class due to the classes switch to swimming for the summer. He was shorter than all the other guys and the Speedos provided by the school were obviously more filled out by the other guys. Returning home he'd reheated for leftovers and waited for his Dad's return from work, at which time he was given the present. It was a simple grey box with a red ribbon stuck on and a cheap card. "Are you gonna open it, son?" his Dad asked excitedly, a broad grin on his face. They weren't exactly rich so Josh wasn't really expecting much. He slid the ribbon off and opened the box. "Geez, Dad this must have cost a fortune." he gasped as he saw what looked to be a very expensive bottle of some brand of alcohol he'd never heard of. He wasn't sure what it was but the glass bottle had such fine, ornate detail over the whole surface that it clearly wasn't some cheap bottle from a liquor shop. "Don't worry about how much it costs, you only become an adult once, and it's important to me that you remember this." Before Josh could think about breaking it open to celebrate his father announced he was going to bed to be up for work in the morning. Sadly, Josh went upstairs to his room and took the bottle with him. He placed it on the bedside table and sat on the bed. Looking at the bottle he noticed a scuff on the side so he licked his thumb and tried to wipe it off. The spot wouldn't budge so he wrapped his hand with his shirt and started to rub the bottle. The bottle started to shake in his hand and with a loud bang like a gunshot, the cork flew out of the top and a dark red smoke started pouring out of the neck. Josh dropped the bottle as smoke kept blasting out and seemed to congeal on the floor . The smoke started to rise and formed into the shape of a man, first a set of beautifully sculpted, 8 pack abs with a deeply cut v leading to the pillar of smoke where legs would be, then a shelf of enormous pecs that stood out many inches above his glorious abs, with large, dark red nipples. Bulging shoulders and throbbing biceps with huge veins spread out from the muscular torso, and atop the statuesque figure sat a face of such astonishing beauty that Josh's draw actually dropped, and had his eyes not been scouring every inch of the Adonis-like figure, they would have been locked with the pitch black eyes of the smoke figure. "I am the great genie of the bottle, speak what you wish and I will make it reality." said the figure in a voice so loud and deep that the room seemed to tremble around him. Josh was almost speechless, and his mind flooded with ideas, worries and sheer shock at the godly figure that had just exploded into his bedroom. "A-anything?" he stammered out. "Some caveats may apply, you don’t need to worry about that right now." "Is it like all the stories, three wishes?" Josh asked, sill having no clue what he would wish for. "Not at all, that is a myth." said the genie sternly. "Oh." said Josh, his heart sinking. "One wish. Every day. Forever." Josh nearly fell over in shock at the news. "Holy shit, uhh, well…" he couldn't clear his mind enough to think straight so what he said just sort of slipped out without any thought of consequence. "I wish I was the hottest guy at school." "Done." said the genie, snapping his fingers, and a spark of electricity crackled between them. "You will become the sexiest man at your school, soon." "You mean I don't just change now?" he asked. "Well this is one of my caveats, I get to decide how the wish plays out, as long as you don't specify against what I want." he said, with a small smile. "Then can I wish to grow now?" "One wish every day, and all wishes are final." said the genie, again seeming pleased with his own rules. "But now, I must rest, I've been in that bottle for hundreds of years and granting wishes is exhausting." "O-Ok…" Josh started but the muscular figure had already dissipated and was refilling the bottle. He climbed into his bed and slept, expecting to wake up in the morning to this all having been a dream. School seemed to pass at half speed the next day. Josh had tried rubbing the bottle in the morning to no avail and at this point was actually starting to believe that the whole thing was just the creation of his sleep deprived brain. Sitting in the afternoon math class, Josh spoke to his closest friend Marc. Plenty of people were cordial with Josh, he wasn't that much of a social outcast, but Marc was one of the few people who wouldn't eagerly throw him in front of an oncoming bus for the chance to ascend the social food chain a little. "Did your dad get you anything cool for your birthday?" he enquired eagerly. "Uhh, yeah, some old bottle… I think it's alcohol…" His voice trailed off, he still wasn't sure if he'd dreamt the events of last night, and in the likely event that he had, he had no idea what was in the bottle. "That's cool, I guess." Marcus said somewhat awkwardly, "I know you guys aren't exactly swimming in cash." "Yeah, he really tries though, and I do appreciate it." The day was uneventful, which Josh preferred as eventful usually translated to humiliating for him. However, after math his class headed off to the locker rooms to get changed for the day's swimming class and he was once again confronted by the harsh reality of everyone seeing his distinctly under-packed Speedo. Sitting at a bench in the locker room, waiting to be called into the pool by the gym teacher, Josh did his best to conceal his body from the prying eyes around him. That was, until Liam Sterling, the most incredible looking guy in the class, and coincidentally the guy who gave Josh the most shit about his appearance, marched up to him with purpose. Liam was captain of the swim team and obviously had no qualms about displaying the slab of meat between his legs, almost obscenely in the tiny, stretched-to-the-limit Speedo. Seriously, there had to be six thick inches of clearly outlined dong crammed into that pouch and he wasn't even sporting a partial. He exemplified the perfect swimmers build, it wasn't that he was slender, but that his muscular body was sleek and looked as though it could slide through the water without generating so much as a ripple. And speaking of rippling, it was the best way to describe him, every inch of his body was curved by a rounded mass of sheer muscle, threatening to burst from his skin with every movement. His face was so good looking that you could stare for hours at the sharp jaw, the wavy, deep brown hair, and those stone cold, piercing blue eyes. All of this of course made life so much more unbearable for Josh, as he had to tolerate torment day in and day out from the one guy he wanted more than anyone else. "Jesus, Hartley do you even have a dick in there?" he asked, looking around to make sure everyone was paying attention. "You must be hung like a fucking baby." "I…" Josh started but he felt blood rushing to his face, and other places as he immediately tried to push the thoughts of Liam's body from his mind. "Fuck man! Guys he must have something there cos he's totally getting a hardon just looking at me!" Liam laughed. Josh blushed harder, thinking how it was hard not to get hard just from having Liams thick dick just inches from his faces, inches he was sure it could manage to close by itself. He became painfully away of a throbbing from his dick and looked down to see that it was clearly as hard as ever and noticeably reaching towards the roof, but it wasn't just that, it also looked large. Thicker than he remembered and pushing past the boundary of the 4 inch disappointment he was used to. It felt like more than just blood rushing to his dick, as he felt like it was on fire. The material of his swimwear began to stretch along with his dick, as he stood up awkwardly, brushing briefly against Liam but far to concentrated on the fire in his cock to care. His hand massaged his cock almost against his will as a reaction to the pain, until he realised that the burning wasn't pain at all, but an intense pleasure that burned from his dick and radiated through to the rest of his body. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" shouted Liam in his face, "ARE YOU HAVING A FUCKING TUG RIGHT HERE IN FRONT OF ME YOU SICK FREAK?" Josh was too dazed by the pleasure clouding his brain to react, when he looked down to see that that the thin elastic of his swimwear was stretched so tightly over his cock, which was now more like a long, throbbing monster covered with veins, sitting on top of two orange sized balls, that the Speedo was pulled away from his body and the sides of said dick were clearly visible to the whole room. Jaws were dropping around the room and other guys became uncomfortably confined by their own clothing, when something entirely new started. Josh's skin looked as though thick worms were crawling underneath his skin, writhing and thickening all over him. Liam looked like he was about to pass out from shock and other guys in the room seemed equally surprised. The worms multiplied and grew, covering Josh's slender frame and thickening into broad bands of muscle, accompanied by a creaking noise which seemed to be the bones in his limbs lengthening and his shoulders pushing outwards. Large, diamond-shaped quads and sharply protruding calves supported Josh's new body, beneath the bulging Speedo, barely holding together to conceal very little of his enormous dick. His torso was framed by incredibly wide lats, tapering down to a thin waist, where a deeply cut v of muscle adorned the edges of 8 bricks of pure abdominal muscle, the tops of the highest of which were cast in shadow by the completely bulbous pectoral masses, which throbbed, swelled and contracted with even the slightest movement on Josh's behalf. Nipples that were so large they could almost fill a person's hand were spread over the peaks of the pecs and sent new signals of sensitivity to Josh's dazed mind every second. His shoulders looked like basketballs with deep cuts in the muscle stuck out on either side of him, holding the monstrous arms with incredibly large, deeply separated biceps with thick cords of veins twisting down them. He caught a glimpse of his own face in a nearby mirror and was struck by his own beauty. The squareness of the jaw he so admired in Liam was now present on his own immaculate face, leading down to a neck, nearly as thick as his head. His eyes, somehow the same shade of green, but now infinitely more eye catching below bushy, dark eyebrows to match his wavy, black hair. The whole room was silent in a stupor for what seemed like a minute, until a loud snapping noise shattered the peace to announce that Josh's now footlong monster cock had won the battle with the Speedo and was now out in the open for everyone to see, standing out proudly, curving towards the ceiling and dripping just the slightest bit of pre from the tip. In the next three seconds at least half the room came without any assistance from their hands. "What..." Josh began, and was taken aback by the deep pitch of his new voice. "What were you saying about my little dick, Liam?" "I- Er." Liam stuttered, his own hand inadvertently in his swimwear, massaging his own erection. "You were saying how you wanted to suck it, right?" Josh continued, having no idea where these words were coming from. "I don't…" "Well go on then," he said, the deep commanding tones echoing through the silent locker room, "Suck it. Right here. For everyone to watch." "Ohgodyes." blurted out Liam, as though he'd been lusting for permission, the words all blurring into one. He fell forward onto his knees and his lips wrapped around the head of Josh's python. His tongue began to work Josh's slit and even more waves of ecstasy pulsed through his muscular body. One of his hand fondled Josh's swollen balls while the other remained in his own, jizz soaked, swimwear. Josh felt his dick sliding down Liam's throat, so tight against his throbbing member, until he felt Liam's lips press against the base of his dick, and was clearly aware that this was not the older guy's first time servicing a cock. Liam's body slid back and forth for ages, as Josh wove his hands into the swim captains wavy locks and forced him onto the rod harder. Every muscle in the teen Adonis seized up, and he flexed his glutes, pushing forward as he felt himself reach climax. He felt the cum shoot though his massive rod and into the much smaller Liam. Such a sheer volume of thick, white semen was being forced into the sexy body that some spurted from his mouth and splattered the walls of the locker room. Liam slid off the end of the cock from the force of the ejaculation, and further cords of jizz slung themselves over his half naked body. Once again the watching crowd let loose their own seed. Josh flexed his powerful body as he moaned in pleasure. His face creased into a satisfied grin as his mind flooded with what lay in store, and what he could achieve with his wishes after that.
  12. Thanks for the RP! It was fun!

  13. I'm bored, any roid abusing monsters of men around? ;)

  14. Where're the Australian bodybuilders at?

    1. musclelovingtwink


      Nuh uh, not soon enough

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